Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.